What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

Song Shu opened the window to let some fresh air into the bedroom. Snowflakes blew violently in with the wind and hit her face.

The warm atmosphere in the room was blown away in an instant, and the temperature dropped sharply. Song Shu rubbed his hands and tidied up the things on the table.

"..." She stared at the neatly arranged box of finger gloves on the table, and decided to ignore them and throw them all back into the box.

The spirit crystals that Fu Ying collected were placed by her in a clean black drawstring backpack. The white, green, blue and purple spirit crystals inside were emitting light, and the whole bag was heavy.

Song Shu was in a daze for a while, and only came back to her senses when Fu Ying came into the bedroom to remind her to have breakfast.

"Don't look so serious."

Fu Ying was wearing a vest, and her black pants made her legs look long and slender. She stroked her hair nonchalantly, making her look even more lazy. But when her eyes swept across the empty table, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Where's my equipment?"

Song Shu hooked the strap of her vest and said unhappily, "What do you mean by your equipment? How did it become your equipment?"

"My hands, which have held knives and killed monsters, cannot be harmed. Of course they must be protected." Fu Ying said slowly, leaning over and kissing the corner of Song Shu's lips.

Song Shu: "Oh, I'll chop off your hand and see how you show off."

Fu Ying pinched her waist, and her fingers slid gently on her shirt flexibly. Song Shu suppressed the hum in his throat and slapped away the willful hand.

"It's snowing heavily again today." Song Shu said, "Shall we go out today?"

"The snow will only get heavier," Fu Ying hugged her and whispered, "In places where there are no people, the snow will pile up very thick, but the strange zombies also have ways to deal with and even use the snow."

Song Shu: "Where are you going first? West or north?"

Fu Ying thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the west. That's where the evil crows fly. I'm worried that there might be... uncontrollable factors at the edge of the suburbs."

"Nothing is controllable in the apocalypse," Song Shu said. "If we are going to patrol the west, we must eliminate any strange zombies we see and set up a safe base there."

"Well, it's important to build a high wall there." Fu Ying said, "'Absolute Hatred' can devour those white zombies. The greater the power, the stronger the devouring power. It can even contain the higher-level green and blue zombies."

Song Shu thought of a question: "Wait, Fu Ying, if your ability continues to increase in strength, will you be backfired? When Absolute Hate devours those weird zombies, it is also devouring their hatred, right?"

Fu Ying's pupils moved quickly, and she said, "I rely on this to survive."

"But you will also be attacked." Song Shu said, "You didn't deny it."

Fu Ying's eyes flashed with some memories of his past life, and he answered honestly, "Yes, I will be attacked, but so far, Juehen has been very obedient to me and will not really betray me - unless it is attacked by some kind of power that restrains it."

Song Shu turned back and asked seriously, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, if I meet a monster of the same level, I might suffer a little, but I will definitely win the battle in the end." Fu Ying whispered, with a grim look in his eyes.

She thought of the hateful faces in her previous life, but soon realized that she had let out too much emotion, so she closed her eyes and regained her composure.

Song Shu saw it all, but said nothing. He just reached out and pinched Fu Ying's face.

"Fu Ying, you are still a childish kid." She said, "You really are like the protagonist in the anime who bears the hatred of the country and the family, endures humiliation, and has a bit of hot-blooded and immature side."

Fu Ying: "...Baby, is your eyesight okay?"

Song Shu stared into her eyes thoughtfully.

"Forget it. I don't see any passion in you. You're not really stupid... Anyway, you always carry a kind of mystery that arouses my desire to explore."

"Fu Ying, if the apocalypse hadn't happened, you would never have fallen in love with me in this life."

Song Shu spoke jokingly, and Fu Ying listened and lowered her eyes.

“If the apocalypse hadn’t happened, I would have come here too,” she said. “Maybe it would have been a little later, but I would have come. I would still have had a chance to run into you.”

Song Shu shook his head and laughed: "That's different, you won't fall in love with me."

Fu Ying emphasized and repeated to her: "Yes."

Song Shu smiled a few times until Fu Ying leaned in and kissed her, then she murmured in agreement, "Okay, you'll like me no matter what."

"I only like you." Fu Ying kissed her lips and nose.

Very sweet, very moist, and very soft.

As Fu Ying kissed him, she became increasingly confused and overwhelmed. She was so close to Song Shu that there was only a negative distance between them.

"I will only like you. I will only live my life for you..." Fu Ying murmured, "For you, Xiao Shu..."

Song Shu dodged her kiss that almost took away his breath, which resulted in her biting him in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, let's eat..." Song Shu heard footsteps in the living room and pushed Fu Ying away, "Why are you like a wolf? You should be a wolf-former like Huang Ke, the kind that can transform."

Fu Ying pondered and said, "You want me to turn into a wolf and kiss you?"

Song Shu poked her head: "...have some knowledge in your head, don't put unclean things in it."

Fu Ying smiled and went out with her.

Luo Ze was eating egg fried rice, which tasted even better with some spicy strips.

Song Shu and Fu Ying chatted while finishing their breakfast, then sent Luo Ze to Building No. 1. Kong Sisi was drinking porridge, and after Luo Ze went over, the two children happily got together.

"Aren't you going out on patrol today?" Kong Lian said.

Song Shu nodded: "Well, we have already communicated last night. Everyone patrol the wall and don't go out. Fu Ying and I will go to the west to explore today."

Kong Lian was stunned: "You want to go out too?"

Just as Song Shu was about to speak, he saw several heads sticking out of the door.

"You want to go out?!"

Kane, Yu Yi, Huang Ke, and Xu Ze stared at her. Kong Lian pointed at them with his cigarette in his hand: "You little bastards, you drank and made a lot of noise last night. Can you let us sleep?!"

The other three laughed, while Yu Yi stared at Song Shu with a serious expression.

"It's dangerous now, don't go out," he said.

Fu Ying spoke at the right time, raised her chin slightly, and said lightly: "It's just dangerous for you."

Yu Yi frowned and looked at her, his tone full of reproach: "You are pushing her into a trap. The purple funeral outside might be waiting for you to get out!"

The expression on Fu Ying's face did not change, but Song Shu felt the sudden chill emanating from her.

"I am the one who wants to go out," Song Shu said, "I have gone out with Bo Li before. I have made up my mind. You don't have to worry too much."

Yu Yi snorted softly from his nose and said in distress: "It's a pity that we don't have psychic abilities. If we did, we could communicate with each other mentally."

Song Shu: "I understand what you mean, the problem is that we don't have any right now——"

"I'll take you to find it." Fu Ying said. Her face was now completely expressionless, but her pair of dark eyes were surprisingly bright!

"There are so many people with special powers in the last days, there must be someone who has this special power." She promised Song Shu, "If you want, I can send everyone's special powers to you."

Song Shu knew that the only thing she had to do was nod. She held Fu Ying's hand and said in a relaxed tone, "I believe you."

Yu Yi didn't say anything else and left.